Richard Le Gallienne

Evening Song - Poem by Richard Le Gallienne

The sun is weary, for he ranSo far and fast to-day;The birds are weary, for who sangSo many songs as they?The bees and butterflies at lastAre tired out; for just think, too,How many gardens through the dayTheir little wings have fluttered through.

And so, as all tired people do,They've gone to lay their sleepy headsDeep, deep in warm and happy beds.The sun has shut his golden eye,And gone to sleep beneath the sky;The birds, and butterflies, and beesHave all crept into flowers and trees,And all lie quiet, still as mice,Till morning comes, like father's voice.So Phyllis, Owen, Geoffrey, youMust sleep away till morning too;Close little eyes, lie down little heads,And sleep, sleep, sleep in happy beds.